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Marchdale was not unmoved at this occurrence, but stood his ground with Henry Bannerworth, the admiral, and Jack Pringle, until the mob came very near to them, shouting, and uttering cries of vengeance, and death of all imaginable kinds that it was possible to conceive, against the unpopular vampyre.
He staggered to a seat, and, in doing so, he saw his mother, stretched apparently lifeless upon the floor. To raise her was the work of a moment, and then Marchdale and George, who had followed him as fast as they could, appeared at the open window. Such a strange scene as that small room now exhibited had never been equalled in Bannerworth Hall. There was young Mr.
"Well, then, do not suppose that you are the only one in this house to whom so dreadful a superstition has occurred." "Not the only one?" "No; it has occurred to Mr. Marchdale also." "Gracious Heaven!" "He mentioned it to me; but we have both agreed to repudiate it with horror." "To repudiate it?" "Yes, George." "And yet and yet " "Hush, hush! I know what you would say.
"Amen!" said the admiral. They both turned away, and for some time they neither of them spoke, for their thoughts were full of reflection upon the horrible death which Marchdale must have endured. At length the admiral said "Shall we tell this or not?" "Tell it at once," said Henry; "let us have no secrets." "Good. Then I will not make one you may depend.
"In that case, admiral, I think we ought to defer to your feelings upon the subject, and do whatever you suggest should be done." "I shall offer a hundred pounds reward to any one who can and will bring any news of Charles." "A hundred pounds is too much," said Marchdale.
Marchdale observed this change of change of countenance in her, and he advanced towards her, saying, "Calm yourself, Flora, we have something to communicate to you, but it is a something which should excite indignation, and no other feeling, in your breast." "Brother, what is the meaning of this?" said Flora, turning aside from Marchdale, and withdrawing the hand which he would have taken.
His first impulse was to go immediately towards them; but, before he could execute even that suggestion of his mind, he saw Varney strike Marchdale, and the latter fell to the ground. "Allow me to pass," cried George, as he endeavoured to get by the rather unwieldy form of the admiral.
"When was it last opened?" inquired Marchdale. "When my father died," said Henry; "some ten months ago now, I should think." "The screws, then, have had ample time to fix themselves with fresh rust." "Here is one of my chemical matches," said Mr. Chillingworth, as he suddenly irradiated the pew with a clear and beautiful flame, that lasted about a minute.
"You lubberly lout, you ain't a seaman; a seaman would never mutiny against his admiral; howsomever, do you hear, Sir Francis, I'll give the matter up, if you don't pay some attention to me." Henry looked steadily at Varney, expecting every moment to feel his bullet. Mr. Marchdale hastily exclaimed that this was not according to usage.
But let us, while Charles Holland is indulging in these delightful anticipations anticipations which, we regret, in consequence of the departure of the Bannerworths from the Hall, will not be realized so soon as he supposes look back upon the discomfited hypocrite and villain, Marchdale, who occupies his place in the dungeon of the old ruins.
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